He scrambled on all fours, kicking up leaves and dirt, and shot off like an arrow loosed from a bow. He rushed into the distance, trying to use the forest for cover and disappear from everyone's sight.
"Who dares say he isn't a demon!"
Zhang Xuan was livid.
He shot forward, his Flying Sword streaking toward Lin Shirong's rear.
A wail of agony echoed from afar.
Next, the forest began to shake, the ground trembling.
Lin Shirong mustered all his Spiritual Power to fight Zhang Xuan, but the gap between them was too vast. After just two exchanges, Zhang Xuan lopped off his head, killing him on the spot.
Zhang Xuan enveloped the gushing blood with his Spiritual Power, carefully sensing its composition.
'Qi Storage Pill.'
'So that's it. No wonder he was able to hide from my Spiritual Sense.'
'Who gave him this Qi Storage Pill?'
Zhang Xuan wondered aloud.
Li Mao arrived with Chu Lingguang.
